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Sunday passed quickly, and all too soon I was waking up at 7am, clambering out of bed and dressing in my itchy school uniform. I missed America. I missed the hot weather that made my skin sparkle slightly, I missed the warm, greeting accents, and I missed not wearing a school uniform.
Since when was wearing a white button up shirt, a striped blue and green tie and a navy blue skirt that girls wore around their thighs practical? Never, is the answer to that.
But, as I had to go to school to tell Mrs Thatcher that I wouldn't be in on Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday I took a few deep breaths, tied my hair into wispy plaits, and jumped into the car with Alice, Lizzie and Rory. The usual chatter was present in the car as I buckled up my seat belt, except something was different. Lizzie wasn't talking. I guess I should've known. She looked paler than usual though, and her face was glum, almost resentful.
"How was tennis, Nessie?" Alice asked smugly.
"Alright. There was a vampire there." I said, knowing that she already knew.
"Sam. He's nice isn't he?"
"Not really. Well, he's okay." I mumbled, a random blush appearing on my cheeks.
Luckily, no one could comment on my appearance as we had pulled up into the car park, and we were ready to run into school, late again because of me sleeping in. Alice whispered four words to me as I got out of the car, which made me think Lizzie's illness was worse than I could have imagined.
"Take care of her." I nodded, trying not to let tears spill down my cheeks, and beg my Aunt to tell me what Lizzie's problem was until she gave in. Lizzie obviously didn't want me to know.
And so it began. The taking care of Lizzie was harder than me or Rory would have imagined. She refused to talk, and it wasn't until lunchtime she spoke a word to either of us.
We had been waiting in the canteen for Lizzie to come for about six minutes. I was stuffing my face with chicken, whilst Rory sat silently, waiting for his soul mate to return to him. She didn't come.
"Ness, maybe she's gone outside?" I heard Rory's hesitant voice speak up, and I looked up from my plate. I was about to tell him that she'd come when she wanted to but looking into his topaz eyes I knew he would go mad if Lizzie wasn't found soon.
"I'll check." I sighed, and swept myself up from the bench I was sat on. I walked outside but there was no sign of Lizzie, not even a scent. I sniffed the air carefully and a trace led me to the bathrooms. What was she doing here?
"Lizzie?" I called softly, not wanting to provoke unnecessary reactions. But I got one anyway. She burst from a cubical, her face icy and hard. She was breathing faster and faster until a fiery voice emerged from her quaint body.
"Will you stop already? Can you not tell that I don't want to speak to you! You or Rory! I don't want to see you, I don't want to look at you! It is taking me everything not to rip you apart right now!" She took a few steps toward me, and I gulped. I had never seen her so… threatening.
"Lizzie…" I said, my palms facing upwards, as if to stop traffic.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie." She mimicked me, before laughing blackly.
"What's wrong? Why are you behaving like an… animal?"
"Because I am one! I can never be normal! I can never be mortal! There's no point to living like this!" Her shoulders shook and I knew that if she were human, she would be crying uncontrollably. But, I didn't know what she meant, she couldn't do human things? She had never minded before, in fact her and Rory used to tell me how they were glad they were vampires, stronger, more beautiful, maybe even happier.
"I can never have children! I can never have a husband!"
"Yes you can! Rory. He loves you-" She cut me off by sticking her middle finger up at me and leaving the bathrooms.
I was left speechless, I tried to move my feet but I couldn't. What was with her? When I finally could move, of course, she was no where to be seen.
"Let her calm down a bit." Rory told me, as I began to cry.
"She was horrible. She said she wanted to kill me."
"She said that?"
"Well, she implied it." My sobbing continued until the bell rang, and I couldn't leave because I needed to talk to Mrs Thatcher. We all filed into our form room, unfortunately Rory wasn't in my form class, and I was forced to sit next to Max, who tried to put his arm round me.
"Max. Please. I have a boyfriend." I said, looking at him icily. It wasn't his fault. It was Lizzie's; no it was whoever caused Lizzie's pain. They would get their comeuppance soon enough.
"Sorry. Is it that guy at tennis?" He said through gritted teeth.
"No." I said, emphasising the word clearly, as if he were mentally ill, which could be a possibility.
"Oh. Well you two did seem pretty close." He mumbled, his cheeks flaming. Mrs Thatcher took the register quickly and efficiently, before asking if anyone had any queries.
"Mrs Thatcher, I am not going to be at school tomorrow or the next day or the day after that." I said innocently, running through the excuse I could make as to why. Grandmother's sickness? Unattended business?
"Why ever not?"
"My grandmother is very sick." I said, and her face melted into a look of sadness and sympathy, not suspicion like I would've guessed.
"Oh. Well, I do hope she gets better." Mrs Thatcher said, smiling grimly. I nodded.
The rest of the day past slowly, dragging on for a long, long time. I was very grateful when my dad pulled up in his Rolls Royce, and very quickly swung my rucksack into the boot, and jumped into the front seat, informing him about Lizzie.
"And you haven't seen her since?" He asked, his brow creasing. I shook my head. She had gone forever.
"We should go look for her." I stated, but my dad's face held a look of pain and understanding.
"No. Wait for her to cool down." I huffed but put my seat belt on anyway.
"Hey Rory." I said glumly as my brother lurched into the car.
"Hi Nessie. Hey Edward."
"Hello Rory."
"Let's go." Rory said, his voice depressed, and we all knew why – he was lost without his best friend.
"Now remember, you need to pack for the trip to Forks tonight." Dad told me, smiling at a thought he must have had. I sighed; I really wanted to know why we were going to Forks.
"You'll find out soon enough." Dad answered, smiling wider and wider.
"Do I have to come?" Rory whined from the back. No I knew he didn't, Forks had no meaning to Rory, we found him in Chicago.
"No. I guess not, what's there is of no importance to you Rory." Dad said.
"And it is to me?" I said, trying to squeeze answers out.
"Well, to some extent, yes. I think you will like to go there." Dad answered.
"Now, go inside to pack, sweetie." Dad said, kissing me on the head as I leapt out the car and ran upstairs to my room, only to find Jacob on my bed. I really wanted some alone time by myself!
"Hey Nessie."
"Hi Jacob. What are you doing here?"
"Well, you know how we've been going out for a long while now…" He drifted off, and for a moment I thought he was going to propose! Ha, what a laugh that would be.
"Yes."
"Can I come with you to Forks?" He flashed a grin at me, but I shook my head.
"I don't think my dad will let you come."
"He might."
"Look, Jake. Whatever is in Forks is really important to him. I don't think he'd want a werewolf there, especially if its another vampire! They'd try to kill you!" I scrambled in my brain for excuses; he seemed to understand though.
"I guess. But I will see you when you get back?"
"Soon as." I answered, and let him kiss me on the cheek. "Now, I need to pack. Alice will slit my throat if I haven't packed by dinner. And the flight is in four hours, we need to leave rather soon." I said, as Jacob nodded almost solemnly.
"I like your accent." He said, and I looked at him confusedly.
"'we need to leave rather soon'" He quoted me, doing a poor English accent. I thought back on it and, yes, my accent had become more English. Funny that, I seemed to adapt very quickly.
Jacob left soon after that, and I packed my bag quickly, slinging in three Ralph Lauren polo's, my Jack Wills hat, Abercrombie jeans and a Hollister hoodie that would keep me warm. I wouldn't let Alice change any items, but she added in some make-up, but I didn't really mind.
We left for the airport one hour before the flight, and before I knew it we were soaring, in a British Airways aeroplane, to the other side of the world to discover my fathers 'surprise'.
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